LOGINI attended a party that was supposed to kick off my career in Jewelry design and make me rich and famous. But that didn't go as planned, I did not meet any clients and I didn't climb up the social ladder like I imagined. All I got was the attention of a paranoid, possessive billionaire that would do anything, I mean anything at all, just to keep me by his side. “Why, Felix? What do you want from me?” I let out in frustration and sadness. He smiled and walked towards me, pulling me closer and forcing my face up to gaze into his eyes, “By now you should know the answer to that question, cupcake. I want you, Selina, and I won’t let you get away from me.” He affirmed in a hoarse tone that made me hate and love him at the same time. His words are always revealing his deep and possessive affection for me. "What am I suppose to do now, how can I hate and love him at the same time?"
View MorePOV: Selina That’s when I saw it. Tucked into the narrow, shadowed space between the marble vanity and the wall, right where the baseboard met the tile, was a small, metallic glint. It wasn’t a bottle cap or a lost piece of jewelry. It was a key. A simple, old-fashioned skeleton key, its brass dulled by time and moisture, its bow shaped like an intricate, twisted vine.My breath hitched. It was the kind of key that would fit an ornate, antiquated keyhole. Like the one on his study door.Felix stood, draping a towel around his own hips. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his hands coming up to rub my arms. “I was too rough.”“No,” I whispered, my eyes locked on that sliver of shadow. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. The curiosity, which had been blissfully drowned out by the roar of my blood and the power of his possession, came flooding back, icy and sharp. Why was a key like that hidden in our bathroom?“Come on,” he said, his voice soft, coaxing. He turned me away from the vanity, guiding m
POV: Selina The water beat down on us, a warm, relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Felix held me against the slick tile, his release still pulsing inside me, his breath hot on my neck. The climax had been a brutal, beautiful claiming, but the energy between us hadn’t dissipated. It had only shifted, becoming something darker, more intentional.His hands, which had been gripping my hips, smoothed up my sides. He kissed my shoulder, a soft brush of lips that felt like a lie after the force of his possession. “Turn around,” he murmured, his voice a low, graveled command that vibrated through my bones.I did, my body moving automatically, still humming from the aftershocks. He guided me with firm pressure, away from the wall, towards the wide, marble-topped vanity. The mirror was fogged, obscuring our reflections, turning the world into a blur of steam and shadow.“Bend over,” Felix said, his tone leaving no room for question. His hands settled on my shoulders, apply
POV: Selina The scratch of claws against metal was the only sound in the silent hallway. Lina, Felix’s cute parlour dog was utterly fixated on the door. Her entire body was taut, ears pricked forward, her nose pressed to the seam where the unyielding surface met the floor. A low, insistent growl rumbled from her chest. And I was just as captivated.It wasn’t a normal door. The steel, or whatever alloy it was made from had a cold, gunmetal-gray sheen that seemed to absorb the warm hallway light. Four distinct locks were embedded in its frame, a heavy mechanical deadbolt, a modern digital keypad glowing with a faint red light, a biometric scanner, and an old-fashioned, ornate keyhole with a cover. A password too? For a study?My fingers traced the cool, smooth surface. It felt so cold, massive, a barrier to another world entirely. Lina barked, a sharp, commanding sound that broke my trance. She pawed at it again, her nails clicking against the impossible surface, making me even mo
POV: Selina “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked, shocked by all the things he just revealed to me.“You asked for the truth, and I have it to you,’ the said proudly. “What if I decide to leave after finding out the truth?What if I can’t handle the truth, are you not scared of me walking away from you a d never looking back?“I trust you,” he said suddenly, his voice rough, barely above a whisper. “And that’s dangerous for both of us.”I shifted in my seat, the leather of the armchair creaking beneath me. The weight of his words settled between us, heavy and suffocating. “Felix, you’re scaring me.” His laugh was bitter, humorless. “Good. You should be, I need you to be scared a d careful always.” He set the glass down with a sharp clink and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. The firelight caught the gold of his signet ring—a crest I didn’t recognize, something old, something noble. “My father had three sons with his first wife. Then he married my mother,






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